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tinner
tinner
60 Dabbled in poetry many moons ago, but haven't touched it for years. This is my attempt to reinvigorate the 'poetry bug' as an enjoyable pastime and exercise. Im just happy to be part of a community where I can read, write, and share.
Sweat pools on my body But I know not of it My mind lost in slumber My eyes see only a deep, dark crevasse Of which I am falling down down down I land on the deck of a sailing ship A storm rages over me My brother? He flies in to rescue me Below decks, he takes me I lay amongst a thousand worms Imbedded in their slime The ship rocks with violent turns I scream out in silence Will no one save me? I jolt awake profuse in sweat looking at the darkness around me Reeling in fright I contemplate the night What is my mind saying to me?
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Feb 25
Feb 25, 2026 at 7:38 PM UTC
The Nightmare
Some are born In paradise, Some are born With heads of lice Some come home To happy kin Some are raised In awful sin Some wear clothes With lace and bows Some lack shoes To cover toes Some get tender Kisses and hugs Some bear scars From parents on drugs Some get jobs, Six figures and more Some grind and sweat On a factory floor Some marry for love With a wedding dance Some never know True romance Some grow fat On bread and meat Some bed down With nothing to eat Some grow old With a full nest egg Some sit on streets only to beg Some are remembered By their begotten Some barely known And quickly forgotten
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Feb 25
Feb 25, 2026 at 8:22 AM UTC
Some
Do not hurry To join the ranks Of the rich and successful For it is the journey Not the destination Of which your fondest memories will be made The times of struggle When you have little but laughter And friendship Is when you will find The honest and genuine
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Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 12:17 PM UTC
Genuine
Do you remember? The first time we met, My nerves so tense I could never forget Do you remember? The nights so hot My car's backseat Teen love we thought Do you remember? Your dress so white Our wedding so fine The dance that night Do you remember? Little eyes so bright The ***** diapers The sleepless nights Do you remember? The concerts and plays The games we went The vacations away Do you remember? When the love ran cold The quarrels and fights Affections untold Do you remember? The bitterness Resentment, disdain The end of bliss Do you remember? All the court dates The lawyers, the papers Failed arbitrates Do you remember? The visitations Our son so scared Of the situations Do you remember? Our loneliness Our separate homes The emptiness Do you remember? How it went so wrong And do you know I've loved you all along
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Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 7:58 AM UTC
Do you?
The excitement I remember, oh so well, the story of which I do tell A sea of chairs at the store I sat upon a dozen or more The perfect one, the perfect fit As I slide into it, Then home I went, satisfaction abound, The perfect chair I had found. The relief it gave my tired bones, After work when I came home, Like a comforting friend, always there for me, No better chair this chair could be The years passed, my early life, then later, with my wife, Many years, it held fast, This chair was built to last My wife and I, sat together, Then son, then daughter, bathed in leather, A dog, a cat, too many to hold This chair part of my story be told Then grandchildren, as they nap, I lovingly held in my lap, Rocking gently as they sleep, My chair our comfort it did keep As the years passed, my wife and I Aged far beyond vigor and spry, We sit together, huddled in bliss, In my chair, with a kiss. Now my chair- hauntingly quiet, My wife now gone, no longer by it, I sit alone, in memory, Weeping together, my chair and me
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Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 7:30 AM UTC
The Chair
In my quiet solitude, I ponder things strange and skewed, with my mind in quiet brood, of the chaos I have viewed. A world torn and full of hate, Nations grappling at their fate, People divisive, and, as of late, the future I do contemplate. Helpless though we often feel, Some cry out, some just kneel, I've found a way- I do reveal, a method through which I appeal. Very much to my surprise, Through my writings I do surmise, Comfort comes in disguise, As poetry, I realize! So though the world I cannot change, Still amiss and often strange, At least I know I can arrange, Words in ways to ease the pain.
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Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 10:21 PM UTC
Poetic Revelation